Hot foxy mother

CHAPTER ONE

Brenda spread her legs wide, puffing the crotch of her panties away from her pussy. She had bunched her dress around her waist, and lay back on her bed, her head on the pillow.

With her left hand holding her panties away from her cunt, she held the vibrator in her other hand. She felt it humming as she moved it toward her open thighs, and anticipated the sensations she would soon feel. She ran the smooth vibrator along her inner thigh, teasing along her hairy pussy lips for a moment, then placed it against her clit. A shock of pleasure exploded there, and she let out a soft cry.

Dragging the vibrator up and down the silt of her pussy, she mewled as the pleasure increased. Inserting the end of the vibrator just inside her cunt, she fought to hold her hips still, the urge to plunge the vibrator deeply into her cunt strong. Very slowly, she pressed the vibrator inward, feeling the lips of her pussy opening for it. She sighed with delight as the vibrations tingled through her body.

At the foot of the bed she watched her reflection in the mirror. It was not a large mirror, but she could watch herself well enough. She could see the soft curls of her pussy, the wet pinkness of her cuntlips, and her knotted clit, even the curvy cheeks of her shapely ass. She loved to watch herself when she used this thing, despite her preference for a hot, hard cock instead. There were plenty of cocks she could have if she wanted them. The problem was, Brenda didn't want them, and she wanted younger cocks. For some strange reason, she was only really interested in fucking young men.

Maybe it was because she could control them. Maybe it was because she didn't have to pretend shyness with a young cock. Men, most of them, wanted a woman to be reluctant and hesitant, but not boys. Boys didn't know; they were only interested in getting their cocks into something hot and wet. Maybe it was because she felt more comfortable with a boy. Whatever the cause, Brenda wanted young cock and she wanted it badly.

She hated the games adult men and women played, hated the attitudes of men toward a woman once they fucked her. Men didn't seem to understand a woman had desires and hungers and erotic responses just as long as they did. But a boy, jacking off in secret, looking at a picture of a naked woman… that was what excited her. Not because the boy was jacking off, but because she could probably do anything she wanted with such a boy, give him pleasure without being shy or embarrassed.

Brenda had nothing to be embarrassed about. She was tall and beautiful, rich chestnut hair and green eyes. Her body was slender, but her tits were shapely and pointed. She had a small waist with rounded hips and graceful, slim thighs. Her ass smelled out sweetly and made the mouth water. And her cunt… her cunt was juicy and hot and ever so ready to fuck. The dark curls fanned out toward her hips, thick and lush, curling along her swollen pussy lips and licking neatly toward her asshole.

She had men, if she wanted them, plenty of them. But she wanted… Joey!

The name shook her, and the vibrator pulled from her cunt.

Joey was her son, her young son. He was in school and would be home in about half an hour. Joey who excited her more than any other boy or man she had ever known, Joey, her son, who collected colorful magazines of naked women, Joey, who jerked off behind the closed door of the bathroom every day after school, and then at night in bed. Joey, who was jacking off while she used this fucking vibrator!

Joey, jacking off… she fucking herself with the vibrator. They could be fucking each other!

Brenda dropped the vibrator, no longer wanting to use it. She sat up on the bed, swinging her lovely legs over the edge. Would Joey do it she wondered. Would it embarrass him? Would he feel ashamed of her?

Brenda stood up, her legs weak. She smoothed her dress down, then realized her parities needed adjustment. She lifted her skirt again and placed her panty crotch over her cunt. She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the slight bulge her cunt made in her tight, nylon panties. She could see the outline of her dark pussy hair through them.

She heard the front door open and close and quickly smoothed her skirt down. She thrust her shoulders back, watching the way her tits strained out, her nipples making twin points against the white fabric. She listened to her son move through the house, knowing what he was going to do because she had listened many times before. She waited, hardly breathing, until she heard the door of the hall bathroom close. She listened closely but didn't hear the lock snap. She grinned to herself. That meant Joey was in a particular hurry today. He must have seen something at school that excited him tremendously.

Not wanting to wait too long in case her son was overly excited and jerked off fast, she slipped into the hall and tiptoed to the bathroom door. She heard her son breathing hard behind it, and her cunt responded with a hot twitch. Not sure of his reaction, Brenda found it impossible not to put her fantasy into action. She turned the knob silently and carefully, knowing he would be absorbed in the pictures of his magazines. She opened the door a crack and peeked in.

Joey was sitting on the toilet, a magazine spread out on the floor at his feet. He had his cock in his fist, and was pounding on it wildly, gasping as he stared at the pictures.

Brenda shoved the door open and stepped into the bathroom.

"Mother!" Joey yelped, trying to shove his cock between his thighs and kick the magazine shut at the same time.

"Oh, don't stop!" Brenda gurgled, her eyes bright. "Please, Joey, don't stop."

"But… but"

"Oh, hush!" she said, her eyes blazing with heat as she stood next to him. "I know you've been doing this for weeks."

She looked down at the open magazine, seeing a picture of a beautiful woman about her own age, naked, holding her tit in one hand and her tongue licking at her sweetly pink nipple. The woman's other hand rested in the thick hair of her cunt, and her pussy was open, her clit exposed.

"Lovely, isn't she?" Brenda said softly. "I guess she makes you excited, huh, Joey?"

Joey was blushing; his thighs squeezed tightly, his cock pressed between them. He had lost his hard-on when he saw his mother coming into the bathroom, and he felt ashamed of himself. Brenda ran her fingers through her son's hair.

"You're going to need a haircut soon," she said, sliding her hand onto his check, then his chin.

She lifted his face upward, and saw the embarrassment in his young eyes.

"It's okay, baby," she said softly, "I used to do that when I was a little girl, too. All boys and girls do it, you know."

Joey's eyes shifted to his mother's tits. He saw her nipples pointing against her blouse, the darker shadow of them. His cock was hardening again between his thighs, and he pressed them tight so it wouldn't jerk upright.

Brenda knew what he was doing. She smiled down at him, holding his chin in her hand.

"Let it go, baby," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Let it stand up. Let me see it."

But Joey held his legs together.

Leaning down, placing her hand on his shoulder, Brenda shoved at his knees, opening them. Her son's cock jerked straight up, half-hard and becoming harder as she stared.

"It's beautiful, Joey," she said, breathless. "My God, it's so beautiful!"

Brenda's cunt throbbed wetly as she gazed at her son's hard-on. His pants were at his feet, and his t-shirt was high on his stomach. His cock was not huge, but a lovely, perfect size. It was straight, with a swollen, smooth prick head slightly larger than the shaft. A bead of liquid clung to his piss hole, and she wanted to run her finger over it, wipe it away, taste it.

Joey didn't know what to do. He sat frozen, staring at the way his mother's tits strained against her blouse, knowing she was naked under it. His cock stood up stiffly, his balls aching slightly. He gripped the toilet seat with his hands, afraid to move or speak.

Brenda's eyes devoured her son's cock. A small tuft of hair bunched at the base, but she saw none on his sweet-looking balls. His cock and balls were what she yearned for – strong, hard, almost without hair. She ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing as her cunt burned hotly inside her tight panties. Her clit had swelled up until its tip brushed her panties, making her tremble with desire.

"Do you really need such a picture, darling?" she asked in a breathless voice.

Her fingers began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. She wasn't sure just how far to go with her son, but her body, her cunt was demanding. She gazed at his cock, watching it jerk back and forth, opening her blouse.

"Pictures are nice, baby," she said in a low, whispery voice, "but the real thing is better."

She had her buttons undone now, and held her blouse with both hands.

"See what I mean?" she said, and flung her blouse wide-open.

Joey gasped, looking at his mother's tits. They stood high and widely spaced on her hard nipples poking upward, with a light-brown circle behind them. Her tit-flesh was creamy and firm-looking, and while he stared with awe, his cock almost gushed hot cum juice. If he had not grabbed it with his fist, he might have come. He squeezed his cock hard, unable to take his eyes off his mother's beautiful, flawless tits.

"I have pretty titties, don't I, Joey?" she asked softly, cupping them and twisting her nipples. "My tits are very sensitive, too. Look at Mother's nipples. They're so hard, aren't they?"

Joey made strangling sounds, unable to talk. He feasted his eyes on her tits, gripping his cock as hard as he could, afraid he would come off before his mother. Brenda caressed her tits, her hips swaying sensuously as her own eyes sucked in his cock and balls.

"Joey, stand up," she whispered. "Please, stand up for me."

Joey remained frozen, unable to take his eyes off her tits or move or release his cock. Brenda sank to her knees, urging him to stand. Slowly, he stood, still clinging to his cock hard. Brenda gazed at it with moist eyes, then brushed one of her nipples over his cockhead, feeling his slippery cock-juice against her flesh. Joey stared as if awed by what his mother was doing to him. The magazine, still on the floor, was totally forgotten. What he was seeing was real. Those were real tits he saw, and his mother was holding his cock to one of her nipples, his piss hole on top of it.

"Ooooh, that feels so good," Brenda murmured softly, lifting her eyes to look into her son's face. "Do you like it, too, honey? Do you like to feel yourself against my titty?"

For the first time since his mother walked in on him, Joey gave a sigh. He nodded his head, licking at his lips. His eyes were huge and burning with excitement and his breath came out in quick, short gasps.

Looking back down at her son's cock, Brenda slipped it from one tit to the other, rubbing his seeping piss hole over her nipples. She moaned softly as she crushed her nipples inward on the head of his cock, the juices feeling hot on her flesh. Her nipples tingled with pleasure. The image of her vibrator came to mind, but she had no need of the vibrator as long as she could use her son's cock this way.

"You're so hard and hot, Joey," she whispered throatily, shoving his cock from tit to tit. "And it's so beautiful. Do you like to play with it, baby? Does it feel very good when you play with your cock?"

Joey's eyes bulged as his mother said the word. Brenda giggled, a small, naughty sound.

"Well, it is a cock, isn't it?" she said, squeezing his prick and drawing her fist upward, making more liquid bubble out of his pies hole. "It's a very hard cock, a very hot cock!"

"Gosh, Mother!" Joey choked. "Gosh! This is… I don't know what to say, Mother."

"Then don't say anything." She smiled up at him, pushing the head of his cock into her nipple and pumping his cock shaft. "Just let me enjoy this and give you a good time. It isn't much fun jacking off alone. It can be so much more fun when someone else is with you, doing it for you."

Brenda placed her son's cock between her tits, cupping the flawless mounds and pushing them tightly about his prick. His cockhead bulged up from the valley, her nipples almost touching. She moved her body slightly, rubbing his cock with her tits. His cockhead strained upward and brushed at her neck as she gazed at her son's face.

"Oooooooh, feel it, Joey?" she hissed softly. "Is my tit hot on your cock? Do you like to feel Mother's tits on your cock this way?"

Joey was gasping, watching what his mother was doing. His knees were open, pressing against her sides. She felt her son's legs shaking as she ran his cock in and out of the valley of her tits. Leaning forward to keep his cock pressed against her flesh, she began to caress his thighs and hips, her hands moving slowly as she touched him. Already her flesh between her tits was glistening with the surprising amount of fuck-juice dripping from his cock.

She leaned close into him, pressing his cock against his stomach and between her tits. She felt his hot, hairless balls below her tits, and it sent a delightful shiver of eagerness through her. Her cunt was drenching her panties, and she didn't care. Her clit bulged out, straining at the nylon crotch.

She kissed his chest through his t-shirt, her tongue flicking over one of his hidden, tiny nipples. Joey gasped loudly, lifted his hands and started to put them on his mother's shoulders, then hesitated.

"It's okay, honey," she moaned softly. "You can touch me, too."

When he placed his hands on her shoulders, Brenda felt her son shaking badly, his cock throbbing between her tits and his stomach. Shoving his t-shirt up, Brenda swirled her tongue about his tiny nipples, nipping at the small buds with her white, even teeth. Joey dug into his mother's shoulders, feeling as if he was about to come off any second.

Brenda, feeling the increase of his throbs, pulled back.

"Stand up, honey," she urged softly, staring at his cock with smoldering eyes. "Stand up and you can do it better."

"Do what, Mother?" Joey asked, his voice still low and choked.

"Just stand up," she repeated.

Joey stood, his legs shaking as he looked down at his mother's tits. They stood out firm and beautiful, her light-brown nipples now arching upward. Brenda, on her knees, stroked her hot hands up and down her son's thighs, his hips, and finally to his ass. She filled her palms with each cheek of his tight ass, curling her fingers into the flesh. She squeezed his ass, a sob of delight bubbling from her throat. His cock jerked upward, a bead of liquid forming on his piss hole.

"Put your cock between my tits again," she instructed.

Joey leaned forward.

"Oh, Joey!" she protested. "You're supposed to hold my tits around your cock!"

Joey's hands shook as he lowered them to the full tits of his mother. He couldn't believe this, that his mother wanted him to touch her tits, to put his cock between them. He held his hands at each side of her tits, as if afraid.

"Do it!" she hissed. "Hold Mother's tits around your cock!"

Joey smashed her hot tits around his cock, holding his breath. He had never felt tits before, and was surprised at how soft yet firm, they were. His cock was caught between them, and his mother clutched the cheeks of his ass hard, making soft sobbing sounds.

"Fuck them!" Brenda groaned.

Joey's young body jerked at the word.

"Fuck my titties!" Brenda insisted, squeezing the cheeks of his ass hard. "Come on, baby, fuck Mother's tits! Jack off between my tits! Fuck them… come on my tits!"

Joey moved.

He began to pump up and down slowly, holding her tits tightly around his cock. Brenda felt the sliding motion, the wetness, and held his ass tightly, purring softly with delight. Her tits were very sensitive to the touch, and the hard throbbing of her son's cock between them sent wild ripples down her body to her cunt.

She squeezed the cheeks of her own ass tightly, making them bunch as a fiery wetness flooded her pussy. The hairy lips of her cunt seemed to be sucking inward, her clit throbbing the way his cock throbbed. She smashed her inner thighs together, creating a sweet pressure against her cunt. Joey was humping his cock between her tits easily now. She clung to his ass, whimpering as her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Joey, his eyes big, watched his cock sliding between his mother's tits, feeling the satiny flesh, the slippery wetness. It felt better than his fist, that was for sure.

"Ooooh, Joey, baby!" Brenda cried out. "Faster, honey! God, it feels so good! Fuck Mother's tits! Fuck my tits good, honey! Ooooh, I love to reel your cock there!"

His balls rubbed along her chest beneath her tits, and she felt the writhing heat of them. The small tuft of hair at the base of his cock tickled her flesh, adding to her rapture. She squeezed his ass time and again, her fingers shoved into his ass crack. Each time her son fucked upward, the wet head of his cock brushed her chin. She loved that feeing, the wetness it left on her neck. His cock was so hard, so hot, it almost blistered her flesh. She crooned softly, kissing at his stomach. She started the tip of her tongue into his belly button, swirling it about, purring like a kitten. Her eyes flashed up into his excited face often, pleased to see his expression. She loved his hot gaze, his lips parted as he gasped with ecstasy.

"Oh, God! Oh, my God!" Brenda cried out in a low voice. "It feels so good, Joey! Your cock is hot and hard and feels so good between my tits! Fuck Mother's titties, baby! Ooooh, fuck them and come on them! I love it when a cock squirts that hot cum-juice over my tits! Fuck Mother's hot titties! Fuck them and fuck them and come all over them!"

Joey began to gasp loudly, listening to his mother say those exciting words he heard at school. Hearing his mother say them as he fucked at her tits sent his young mind soaring with erotic ecstasy. The fact that it was his mother made it more exciting to him. Her tits were so beautiful and full and soft and firm and velvety… her nipples large and hard. His balls fell very full, more than at any other time. He wasn't concerned about coming; his mother begged him to come on her tits. Besides, when he came to this point, Joey came, no matter what. There was no way he could stop coming once he reached the point of no return. Even if his mother pulled away, shoved him from her, his cock would spew thick cum-juice all over the place.

"Mother! Gosh, Mother!" he choked, feeling himself approaching discharge swiftly. "Mother, it's gonna happen! I'm gonna… gonna come!"

"Yes!" she almost screamed. "Come on me! Spurt that hot cum-juice all over my fucking tits! Give it to me, Joey! Baby, come on Mother's tits! Hurry! Please, squirt it out!"

Her cunt was burning inside her panties. She, too, was about to come from the excitement of having her son's throbbing cock between her tits. She dug hard into the cheeks of his ass, pulling him forward in case he tried to jerk from her when he came off.

Joey grunted.

The hot spray of his corner nice gushed upward, splashing beneath her chin. Brenda squealed as she felt it, her cunt suddenly convulsing with orgasm. Time and again, Joey's cock gushed, sending spurt after spurt of creamy, boiling cum-juice over her chin, her neck. She felt it running down her tits, and her eyes closed tightly as she pressed her thighs hard on her contracting cunt. Moans came from her as she pulled her son as tight as she could against her tits. Joey held them about his squirting cock, making gasping sounds, his balls writhing as they emptied.

"Ohhh, yes, darling!" Brenda sobbed in pleasure. "Come all over Mother's tits! Ohhh, it's so hot and wet! I love to feel cum-juice on my tits, Joey! God, you're really shooting it, baby!"

The final gush of cum-juice shot out of his cock, and Joey's legs shook. He pulled from his mother's body, sitting back on the toilet and breathing hard. He noticed his mother's tits were much prettier and mote shapely than those of the woman in the magazine.